Recap
At the embarkation point for Devil’s Island, the guards bring a line of prisoners to the boat. They are processed and march onto the pier, and one man is suddenly grabbed from below and pulled into the water. When the guards pull him out, they are unaware that a switch has been made: the new prisoner is James West. As the boat rows away, Artie and the original prisoner, Andre Couteau, hide beneath the dock. Artie tells Couteau to keep quiet and that everything is going according to plan...
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Episode Notes
Theo Marcuse also plays Hubert Crandee, Camille's husband-to-be, at the end of the episode.
Corner Slides
Lower Left: Vincent Reed examining the unconscious Jim West.
Lower Right: Jim escaping the pit only to find himself at gunpoint.
Upper Right: Commandant Mauvais confronting Jim, Reed, and Artie.
Upper Left: The
Wanderer departs.
Episode Quotes
Couteau: I... but I don't get it. He's letting them take him to Devil's Island.
Artemus: Yup. So far, so good.
Couteau: But why would he want to spend twenty years in hell?
Artemus: Probably just a whim.
Guard A: To the... to the Commandant? What would the Commandant want with vermin like you?
James: To join him for a cup of mint tea or watercress sandwich, I suppose. (the guards prepare to beat him) And to make my usual undercover report about the inefficiency of prison personnel.
Vincent Reed: Le Fou. he's been here too long. Well, in his own way he's managed to escape his environment. I almost admire him.
James: Don't envy him. You'll be doing the same thing very shortly.
Vincent Reed: What do you mean? It would take some kind of a miracle.
James: Nowadays miracles come in the oddest shape and sizes.
Gustave Mauvais: All in all, this is one of the worst service records I’ve ever seen. It’s a testimony to your treachery, cowardice, cruelty, and dishonesty. You should do well here.
Le Cochou: This poor Gaspar.
Gustave Mauvais: Yes. It's a pity in a way. On the other hand, I never really quite trusted him in spite of his record. I seem to detect some lingering shred of decency.
Artemus: James, my boy, you'll never guess who we have approaching from outside this very minute.
James: Give me a clue, Artie. Animal, mineral, or vegetable?
Artemus: Well, think of silk, satins, laces, uh, tassels. Blonde hair.
James: Well, that could be almost anyone.
Artemus: How about a feather boa?
James: Camille.
Artemus: Right.